#canada
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In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,some brushes and paint.Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”I decided to paint a Navajo dwellingsomewhere in the desert untouched by written history. In one hand I held a paletteblending the colors of a night sky.A memory sparked and inspiration ignitedwhat flowed through my heartflowed from my…
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The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light.
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I led a thirsty horse to an empty troughin a town without a name. Wrapped the horse’s lead around a wooden polethen stepped into the saloon.Cobwebs and poker chips littered the room.Overturned chairs and a broken piano left nothing for the imagination. Just another abandoned town with no story to tell. I step behind the bar.Old shelves…
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You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it is to admit our own failures upon inheriting our parent’s success.There is no perfect flower…
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Use the good word to express God’s loveor use the good word to spread hate.That is the choice.We can teach an army how to killor teach our children unconditional love.Let them loose on the open plainsand watch as the cumbersome rifle falls to the ground. God’s love is infectiousto heart’s desires.What restrains shall be cast…
